In the Shenshui Pavilion, Xiao Liling snorted coldly and was about to challenge Wang Guiwu.
"Junior sister Xiao, wait a minute, your exquisite pearl is only a semi-spiritual weapon. It can only trap people, but has no effect of calming them. In this case, let senior sister go and meet him first!"
Miao Manyun stopped Xiao Liling's body and said softly. Although Xiao Liling's cultivation is not weak, her strongest one is actually the Linglong Pearl, a spiritual weapon.
But in this situation, the use of spiritual weapons is prohibited, and Linglong Beads cannot be used. As for Linglong Beads, although they are top-notch semi-spiritual weapons, they are only semi-spiritual weapons after all.
This kind of semi-spiritual weapon is useful for ordinary Zang training realms. However, it is almost useless to deal with the true disciples of Xianyun Sword Sect and Linglong Beads.
Miao Manyun is very close to the Xiao family. At this time, naturally she cannot watch Xiao Liling go up and get beaten.
"Senior sister, be careful." Xiao Liling hesitated for a moment, then nodded, with a smile on her face.
Miao Manyun turned to look at Wang Guiwu, and with a movement of his body, he had already arrived at the martial arts arena.
Wang Guiwu saw no one, and just when he was about to quarrel with each other, he saw Miao Manyun falling down, and a smile appeared on his face. Although she was a female disciple of Shenshui Pavilion, as long as she fought, Wang Guiwu would not care whether the other party was male or not.
Female.
"Senior Brother Wang, please give me some advice!" Miao Manyun said with a soft smile on his face.
"Let's take action!" Wang Guiwu nodded, turning a blind eye to Miao Manyun's flattery.
"Senior Brother Wang, please be careful!"
As soon as Miao Manyun finished speaking, he had already arrived in front of Wang Guiwu, and a cold light rolled towards Wang Guiwu's head.
Most people in Xianyun City have no impression of Chenshui Pavilion except for the charming and charming disciples and their huge network of contacts.
To say how outstanding the martial arts of Shenshui Pavilion is, many people cannot explain why. But for a sect to be able to stand in Xianyun City for so many years, how can it be enough if it only relies on one connection?
The strength of many disciples of Shenshui Pavilion is not outstanding compared to other sects, but this does not mean that the entire Shenshui Pavilion is like this.
In particular, the true disciples who represent the face of the sect can be said to be the hope for the future of the sect. Only by seeing the true disciples can we see the most authentic inheritance of the sect.
"Well done!"
When Wang Guiwu saw the cold light, he laughed loudly, unsheathed his long sword in his hand, and in the thunder, the cold light that rolled towards him was shattered. But immediately, the cold light returned to its original shape and rolled towards Wang Guiwu's neck.
Fengjuan Sword Technique, one of the top inheritances of Shenshui Pavilion.
The cold light that bloomed in Miao Manyun's hand was a blade as thin as a cicada's wing. It was weak and weak, but it cut everything. The sword lights of Miao Manyun and Wang Guiwu collided, and they seemed to be at a disadvantage, but it was just an excuse.
The force rolls the blade to other places.
The Wind Roll Sword Technique uses force to fight, and is best at fighting. In the end, the speed of the sword will become faster and faster, thereby establishing one's own victory.
Just in the blink of an eye, Miao Manyun and Wang Guiwu exchanged several moves.
Compared with Liu Peiyong just now, Miao Manyun did not choose to confront the tough, but used softness to overcome the toughness. And with a few moves, the cold light that swept around Wang Guiwu became faster and faster.
In the scene, it was Miao Manyun who seemed to have the advantage.
When the disciples of Chenshui Pavilion saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel slightly excited. Wang Guiwu's strength just now made them full of worries about Miao Manyun's fate.
Looking back now, it seems that Miao Manyun may not have a chance to defeat Wang Guiwu and win the first place in this competition.
"This seems to be a solution!"
Yan Shijin's eyes brightened slightly. He just saw Wang Guiwu's strong performance in defeating Liu Peiyong. If he relied on fighting and fighting, there might be other different scenes?
"It's not that simple!"
Miao Daoxin stared down, especially at Wang Guiwu's expression, and shook his head slightly. Wang Guiwu was too calm at the moment. In his calmness, he even had a hint of a cat playing with a mouse.
"Perhaps we are worried that we are overdoing it, so we don't dare to challenge."
Chen Fei suddenly said that the power of his mind allowed Chen Fei to observe more details. It seemed that Miao Manyun was gradually taking the initiative, and even turning this initiative into victory, accumulating little by little.
But the charm displayed by Wang Guiwu's moves is so smooth, as if Wang Guiwu is not competing at this moment, but practicing against others.
This statement may be a bit exaggerated, but the strength shown by Miao Manyun at this moment is definitely within the range that Wang Guiwu can handle.
Otherwise, if Wang Guiwu senses something is wrong in this kind of brawl like boiling frogs in warm water, he will definitely counterattack with thunderous force, rather than the usual sword style like this.
"Yes, that's true!"
As soon as Chen Fei said that, Miao Daoxin found the source of his strange feeling. Miao Daoxin turned to look at Chen Fei, with some surprise in his eyes.
When Chen Fei challenged Zeng Zaiwen to the competition, Miao Daoxin did not come to watch it in front of the Zhenzhuan Hall. In the past few years, Miao Daoxin has only focused on breaking through the realm of acuity training, and rarely cares and pays attention to other things.
And in the view of Miao Daoxin at the time, Chen Fei, a disciple who had just been listed as a true disciple, was somewhat overestimating his abilities in trying to challenge the tenth true disciple.
But he didn't expect that afterward, Miao Daoxin heard that Zeng Zaiwen was defeated by Chen Fei, and Chen Fei used the Chongyuan Sword to defeat the enemy with one move.
At this time, Miao Daoxin really put Chen Fei, the newcomer, in his mind, because Miao Daoxin himself practiced the Chongyuan Sword.
Miao Daoxin naturally understood to what extent Chen Fei had already understood Chongyuan Sword when he defeated Zeng Zaiwen.
Today, after hearing Chen Fei's to-the-point analysis just now, Miao Daoxin's perception of Chen Fei has once again improved. Miao Daoxin's heart more or less feels like the waves behind him push the waves ahead.
Yan Shijin couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the two people's analysis. With the strength shown by Miao Manyun at this moment, Wang Guiwu still fought with pressure.
Outside the martial arts arena, disciples from various sects were talking about each other, but only those who were strong in the acuity training realm remained silent. Especially the elders of Shenshui Pavilion, their brows were slightly furrowed at this moment.
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The disciples of Shenshui Pavilion were a little excited because they couldn't see the details clearly.
Chen Fei and the others were able to discover Wang Guiwu's thoughts, and naturally those who were strong in the acuity training realm could see it clearly.
In the blink of an eye, Miao Manyun and Miao Manyun had passed dozens of moves on the martial arts field, and the cold light of the Wind Rolling Sword Technique almost completely encompassed Wang Guiwu's figure.
If you are not careful, you may end up with bruises all over your body. But Wang Guiwu's expression did not panic at all, and there was even a smile on his lips at this moment.
Miao Manyun looked solemn. Most people saw that she had the advantage, but at this moment when she was actually facing Wang Guiwu, Miao Manyun was not so happy.
Standing far away, Miao Daoxin could detect Wang Guiwu's cat-and-mouse attitude. Face to face with Miao Manyun, how could he not feel it?
Even though the Fengjuan Sword Technique was activated to the extreme at this moment, he was still blocked one by one by the long sword in Wang Guiwu's hand. This kind of blocking, in Wang Guiwu's calm expression, seemed to last forever.
Sword Rain!
Miao Manyun suddenly shouted low, and the soft sword in his hand disappeared instantly. The cold light that rolled towards Wang Guiwu suddenly turned into a torrential rain and rushed towards Wang Guiwu.
"It's almost the same!"
Wang Guiwu groaned, his eyes suddenly widened, as if a flash of lightning flashed, and lavender inner energy spread all around, as if thunder came to the world.
The next moment, Wang Guiwu raised his sword to the sky, and the lightning on the blade shattered the rain of swords in one fell swoop. In the direction of the sword, Wang Guiwu was already in front of Miao Manyun, and the sword blade pierced Miao Manyun's throat. p>
"Yeah!"
At the location of Shenshui Pavilion, many disciples stood up in shock at the scene in front of them.
It was clear that he had the advantage just now, but it seemed that the next moment, Wang Guiwu would be defeated by Miao Manyun. How could the situation change like this in the blink of an eye?
Not only Shenshui Pavilion, many disciples of many sects reacted like this, especially the disciples of small sects. Before, they were secretly criticizing Wang Guiwu for speaking too loudly, but now the situation has changed.
Sword scroll!
Miao Manyun looked at the incoming sword blades, as if he had expected it. The soft sword in his hand flipped over, and the sword power that had been shattered by Wang Guiwu was gathered back by Miao Manyun, turning into a tornado and covering Wang Guiwu. p>
"Boom!"
A fierce collision sounded, and Wang Guiwu tore Miao Manyun's sword scroll directly with a sword. Miao Manyun only had time to hold the soft sword in front of him. The next moment, Miao Manyun felt a pain in his chest and flew to the martial arts arena.
Outside.
"Poof!"
A mouthful of blood mist spurted out, and Miao Manyun's chest had collapsed. His internal organs were violently stirred by the overbearing thunder sword power, and he had no strength to fight anymore.
Wang Guiwu sheathed his sword, with a smile on his face, a smile that showed he had everything under control.
Miao Manyun was carried back to the platform by the elders of Shenshui Pavilion, and many people quickly gathered around her. Xiao Liling looked at Miao Manyun's injuries, tightened her fist slightly, took a few deep breaths, and slowly released her fist. p>
Disciples from various sects were talking a lot. Many people didn't understand at all. Although they clearly had the advantage, why did Miao Manyun lose so quickly and be injured so seriously in the end?
"Senior Brother Wang is good at swordsmanship, let me learn it too!"
Within the Changhong Sect, a figure jumped out and stood in front of Wang Guiwu.
His body is upright, just like a spear standing beside him. He is like a spear, and a cold and fierce aura permeates all directions.
Tang Renfei, the second true biography of the Changhong Sect.
"Easy to say!"
Wang Guiwu still didn't ask the person's name, but just made a slight gesture.
"Please!"
Tang Renfei said in a deep voice, the next moment, the man had rushed in front of Wang Guiwu, and pointed his spear at Wang Guiwu's vital parts.
The poisonous dragon spear shot out like a dragon, and the sound of the spear rubbing through the air was like the roar of a poisonous dragon, which made people sway. But Wang Guiwu was not affected at all. In the lightning, the sword blade and the spear collided directly, and neither of them took a step back.
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Wang Guiwu didn't take the pill to recover just now, and Tang Renfei's end at this moment felt like a wheel-and-wheel battle. But Wang Guiwu himself didn't care, and naturally others wouldn't say anything.
But now everyone was looking at the two people on the martial arts field, and in a daze, they seemed to see the competition between Wang Guiwu and Miao Manyun again.